Dec. 4th, 2005 12:06 am
Written off the prompt "lame"
My stomach lurches
as he goes down -
I cling to the saddle
and hold my breath.
I drop the reins
and let him find his feet,
hoping against hope...
but he comes up lame.
I dismout
and cradle his head
in my shaking hands.
Oh my darling,
my clumsy old man,
what am I to do
with you?
Apparently I'll be fighting for a certain body at some undetermined point with Tabby and Tangerine, who are both far taller than me and outweigh me. What fun!
as he goes down -
I cling to the saddle
and hold my breath.
I drop the reins
and let him find his feet,
hoping against hope...
but he comes up lame.
I dismout
and cradle his head
in my shaking hands.
Oh my darling,
my clumsy old man,
what am I to do
with you?
Apparently I'll be fighting for a certain body at some undetermined point with Tabby and Tangerine, who are both far taller than me and outweigh me. What fun!
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